About the book: 2023 / Blonde hair is styled in artistic disorder. My bangs fall playfully onto my forehead, and I suddenly catch myself thinking that I really want to straighten them. I wonder if his hair is soft or hard, like a frozen expression on his face? Well-defined eyebrows are furrowed, and green eyes (mommies, what a color! real emeralds, not eyes!) study me intently. I quickly blush at the thought that I allowed myself to take so long consider a stranger. I even forget about the dropped notebook, but he remembers. He picks it up and holds it out with the words: “Hello, namesake!” Do you remember me? Or is it better to get acquainted again? SINGLE-VOLUME